CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Lurkin
Ron-Ron load it up
Ron-Ron do that sh*t
I'm poppin’ Perc-10s, she want a Birkin
We came from servin', we known for splurgin'
Fully automatic like we purgin’
We ain't worried about the opps, my n***as lurkin'
I'm poppin' Perc-10s, she want a Birkin
We came from servin', we known for splurgin'
Fully automatic like we purgin'
We ain’t worried about the opps, my n***as lurkin’
He a broke n***a, I can't f**k with him
Shoutout all my n***as cause I’m stuck with 'em
You know [?] keep a [?] with him (bankroll)
And Fenix Flexin, yeah he keep a gun with him
Ooh, my n***as lurkin' for a homicide
Bullets flying, mamas crying when them pu**y n***as dying (b*t*h)
Catch you n***as slipping, then my n***as sliding (Skrrt)
Pass up all these n***as, we ain't even trying (b*t*h)
b*t*h, I need a bag, need it real quick (need it real quick)
When I’m faded off these Percies I don't feel sh*t (don't feel sh*t)
If I f**k off this 30, I'ma kill sh*t (I'ma kill sh*t)
Crack the seal on the pint, I'm finna spill sh*t (Finna spill sh*t)
And if I ain't sh*t, b*t*h I'm still rich (b*t*h, I'm still rich)
You could say what you want, b*t*h, I still hit (b*t*h, I still hit)
n***as bussin' twelve rounds and they still miss (They still miss)
n***as talking this and that, but y'all still b*t*hes (b*t*h)
Ron-Ron do that sh*t
I'm poppin’ Perc-10s, she want a Birkin
We came from servin', we known for splurgin'
Fully automatic like we purgin’
We ain't worried about the opps, my n***as lurkin'
I'm poppin' Perc-10s, she want a Birkin
We came from servin', we known for splurgin'
Fully automatic like we purgin'
We ain’t worried about the opps, my n***as lurkin’
He a broke n***a, I can't f**k with him
Shoutout all my n***as cause I’m stuck with 'em
You know [?] keep a [?] with him (bankroll)
And Fenix Flexin, yeah he keep a gun with him
Ooh, my n***as lurkin' for a homicide
Bullets flying, mamas crying when them pu**y n***as dying (b*t*h)
Catch you n***as slipping, then my n***as sliding (Skrrt)
Pass up all these n***as, we ain't even trying (b*t*h)
b*t*h, I need a bag, need it real quick (need it real quick)
When I’m faded off these Percies I don't feel sh*t (don't feel sh*t)
If I f**k off this 30, I'ma kill sh*t (I'ma kill sh*t)
Crack the seal on the pint, I'm finna spill sh*t (Finna spill sh*t)
And if I ain't sh*t, b*t*h I'm still rich (b*t*h, I'm still rich)
You could say what you want, b*t*h, I still hit (b*t*h, I still hit)
n***as bussin' twelve rounds and they still miss (They still miss)
n***as talking this and that, but y'all still b*t*hes (b*t*h)
